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[Intro: Nelly] Yo, how you know when a muh’fucker serious? When he’ll put it on his momma, let’s go (Derrty!) Ladies and gentlemen Males and females (E.N.T.!) of all kinds (let’s go) All the way from St. Louis to Minnesota (we all we got!) We bringin y’all, Taylor Made [Hook One: Taylor Made, Nelly] [Tru] It’s Jung Tru (in this ho) Jung Tru (in this ho) Jung Tru (in this ho) [Nel] And that’s on my momma [Blu] Blu Goose (in this bitch) Blu Goose (in this bitch) Blu Goose (in this bitch) [Nel] Nigga that’s on my momma [Gube] Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker) Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker) Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker) [Nel] And that’s on my momma Taylor Made! You heard me? That’s on my momma They ain’t playin ‘round hurr, AND THAT’S ON MY MOMMA! [Verse 1: Jung Tru] J, U, N, G Catch me in a house with a hundred floors, Benz with a hundred doors Walkin out the Grammy’s with a hundred awards I’m the best songwriter and the best damn producer (now) Cause whores gettin highly and stoned like Medusa Yeahhhh, a new Hibushi{?} eatin all sushi And then I tear the mall down for new Prada and Gucci My album’s like Jamie Foxx, goin’ for Diamond Like Martin on “Blue Streak” I’m goin to find her Said my flow’s ludicrous, I disturb the peace And I ain’t “Never Scared,” get your +Bones Crushed+ in the street I put D on the block, like I’m one of The L.O.X Gettin’ Bucks like Milwaukee, D-Bo in the spot Like Jamaicans on the highway on Bad Boys II Cause a hundred car crash when they see Jung Tru I’m a first round draft pick, the chain say Derrty Like Cam takin over the Roc, you niggas heard me, yeahhh [Hook One] [Verse 2: Blu Goose] Yeahhhh, now I ain’t Jigga but I keep Beyoncs with me I ain’t Will but, I keep a Smith & Wess’ to blaze with me This story get notorious, like my nigga, Biggie I got a G-Unit of killers like my nigga, 50 My chronic chokin, ain’t no +Badder Boy+ than me I just signed a deal with Nelly, I’m with Puff and Murphy Lee And you can tell, when I stop ‘em still, rollin on the Sprees We gon’ leave a trail of rappers still, goin on them keys (yeahhh) I think of me of when I long stroke, Tia But Tamara keep it real with me, used to pop, pills with me Know she with a king, ridin through the hills with me Hungry, that’s Vanessa Williams +Soul Food+ meals with me (yeahhh) I take a prissy chick like Lisa +Saved by the Bell+ Bring her through the ghetto, make her drive cause she got the mil’ Now I ain’t +Money Mike+, with the Prada black, and the money right Honey tight, but I’ll holla back, bitch it’s funny right [Hook Two: Taylor Made, Nelly] [Blu] Blu Goose (in this ho) Blu Goose (in this ho) Blu Goose (in this ho) [Nel] And that’s on my momma [Tru] Jung Tru (in this bitch) Jung Tru (in this bitch) Jung Tru (in this bitch) [Nel] Nigga that’s on my momma [Gube] Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker) Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker) Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker) [Nel] And that’s on my momma Taylor Made! You heard me? That’s on my momma They ain’t playin ‘round hurr, AND THAT’S ON MY MOMMA! [Verse 3: Gube Thug] You might catch me with a dime with a crazy ass, crazy stash Pockets like Malcolm Bliss, crazy cash My life’s like a runaway train, I’m gone in it Treat ya body like a phone and knock off a tone in it (yeahhh) As far as rap goes, seen a million gimmicks On a prepaid celly, with a million minutes And you ain’t never seen a throwback, until you meet me Cause the back say Jesus, he played in A.D. (yeahhh) I don’t like too much, kinda hard to please Guns like old toothpaste, hard to squeeze And um, niggas talk greasy until the steel him ‘em I just send ‘em back to God and let him deal with ‘em (yeahhh) For the last two bars, I’mma murder the mic And come through like Snipes on the back of the bike This life’s a “New Jack City” shit, ya heard me? Yeah, I come through like Snipes on the back of the bike [Hook Three: Taylor Made, Nelly] [Gube] Gube Thug (in this ho) Gube Thug (in this ho) Gube Thub (in this ho) [Nel] And that’s on my momma [Blu] Blu Goose (in this bitch) Blu Goose (in this bitch) Blu Goose (in this bitch) [Nel] Nigga that’s on my momma [Tru] Jung Tru (in this muh’fucker) Jung Tru (in this muh’fucker) Jung Tru (in this muh’fucker) [Nel] And that’s on my momma Taylor Made! You heard me? That’s on my momma They ain’t playin ‘round hurr, AND THAT’S ON MY MOMMA!

Vertaling

[Intro: Nelly] Yo, hoe weet je wanneer een muh’fucker serieus? When he’ll put it on his momma, let’s go (Derrty!) Dames en heren Mannetjes en vrouwtjes (E.N.T.!) van alle soorten (let’s go) Helemaal van St. Louis tot Minnesota (we all we got!) We bringin y’all, Taylor Made [Hook One: Taylor Made, Nelly] Het is Jung Tru (in deze ho) Jung Tru (in deze ho) Jung Tru (in this ho) En dat is van mijn moeder Blu Goose, in deze teef. Blu Goose, in deze teef. Blu Goose (in this bitch) Nigga, dat is van mijn moeder Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker) Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker) Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker) En dat is van mijn moeder Taylor Made! Heb je me gehoord? Dat is van mijn moeder Ze spelen niet met elkaar, en dat is van mijn moeder! [Verse 1: Jung Tru] J, U, N, G Vang me in een huis met honderd verdiepingen, Benz met honderd deuren Walkin out the Grammy’s with a hundred awards I’m the best songwriter and the best damn producer (now) Cause whores gettin highly and stoned like Medusa Yeahhhh, a new Hibushi{?} eatingin all sushi En dan sloop ik het winkelcentrum voor nieuwe Prada en Gucci Mijn album is als Jamie Foxx, die voor Diamond gaat. Zoals Martin in “Blue Streak” Ik ga haar vinden Ze zeggen dat mijn flow belachelijk is, ik verstoor de vrede And I ain’t “Never Scared,” get your +Bones Crushed+ in the street I put D on the block, like I’m one of The L.O.X Gettin’ Bucks like Milwaukee, D-Bo in the spot Like Jamaicans on the highway on Bad Boys II Cause a hundred car crash when they see Jung Tru I’m a first round draft pick, the chain say Derrty Like Cam takin over the Roc, you niggas heard me, yeahhh [Hook One] [Verse 2: Blu Goose] Ik ben Jigga niet, maar ik heb Beyoncs bij me. Ik ben Will niet, maar ik heb Smith & Wess bij me. Dit verhaal wordt berucht, net als mijn nigga, Biggie Ik heb een G-Unit van moordenaars zoals mijn nigga, 50 My chronic chokin, ain’t no +Badder Boy+ than me I just signed a deal with Nelly, I’m with Puff and Murphy Lee And you can tell, when I stop ‘em still, rollin on the Sprees We gon’ leave a trail of rappers still, goin on them keys (yeahhh) I think of me of when I long stroke, Tia But Tamara keep it real with me, used to pop, pills with me Know she with a king, ridin through the hills with me Hungry, that’s Vanessa Williams +Soul Food+ meals with me (yeahhh) I take a prissy chick like Lisa +Saved by the Bell+ Bring her through the ghetto, make her drive cause she got the mil’. Nu ben ik niet +Money Mike+, met de Prada black, and the money right Honey tight, but I’ll holla back, bitch it’s funny right [Hook Two: Taylor Made, Nelly] [Blu] Blu Goose (in this ho) Blu Goose (in this ho) Blu Goose (in this ho) And that’s on my momma Jung Tru (in this bitch) Jung Tru (in this bitch) Jung Tru (in this bitch) Neger, dat is van mijn moeder Gube Thug (in deze muh’fucker) Gube Thug (in deze muh’fucker) Gube Thug (in this muh’fucker) En dat is van mijn moeder Taylor Made! Heb je me gehoord? Dat is van mijn moeder Ze spelen niet met elkaar, en dat is van mijn moeder! [Verse 3: Gube Thug] Je zou me kunnen pakken met een dubbeltje met een gekke kont, gekke voorraad Pockets like Malcolm Bliss, crazy cash My life’s like a runaway train, I’m gone in it Treat ya body like a phone and knock off a tone in it (yeahhh) As far as rap goes, seen a million gimmicks On a prepaid celly, with a million minutes And you ain’t never seen a throwback, until you meet me Cause the back say Jesus, he played in A.D. (yeahhh) I don’t like too much, kinda hard to please Guns like old toothpaste, hard to squeeze En nikkers praten vettig totdat ze hem stelen. I just send ‘em back to God and let him deal with ‘em (yeahhh) For the last two bars, I’mma murder the mic And come through like Snipes on the back of the bike Dit leven is een “New Jack City” shit, heb je me gehoord? Yeah, I come through like Snipes on the back of the bike [Hook Three: Taylor Made, Nelly] Gube Thug (in deze ho) Gube Thug (in deze ho) Gube Thub (in deze ho) And that’s on my momma Blu Goose (in deze teef) Blu Goose (in deze teef) Blu Goose (in this bitch) Neger, dat is van mijn moeder. Jung Tru (in deze muh’fucker) Jung Tru (in this muh’fucker) Jung Tru (in this muh’fucker) En dat is van mijn moeder Taylor Made! Heb je me gehoord? Dat is van mijn moeder. Ze spelen niet met elkaar, en dat is van mijn moeder!